Yeah, I've been slacking, huh? Well, the thing is that I've actually been doing a ton of writing lately, but it just isn't for, uh, you. Heh.
No, but really. I've started writing for a new site, which appears to be ready to launch this coming Monday, so I'll post the link when it's all up and running. It's a true-blue Mommy blog, so don't get too excited. Except, I'm writing for it, so get VERY excited.
In the meantime, allow me to update you about what has been going on in my life:
1. Plus One is going to turn three in a few months. And already, he has learned THAT word. You know...the one that starts with an F and rhymes with TRUCKING. Fine, it's FUCKING, okay? He learned the word FUCKING. Which in itself is, uh, pretty bad. (Perhaps embarrassing would fit here, too.) But it gets worse, people! Ahhh, so much worse! Because, you see, Plus One seems to think that THAT word is some kind of THING. As in, "Look Momma! It's a FUCKING! Over there, by the chair! Hi FUCKING!" Which, as it so happens, is also quite funny. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see how difficult that makes things for me in the discipline department. Especially when I start to wonder if FUCKING is actually his imaginary friend. Awesome.
2. Remember my lament about missing out on meeting a Cullen vampire at a super cheesy mall event? Well, through the powers of Facebook, I've discovered that my "friend" actually went. Like, went with a group of women who wore matching pink shirts. AND SHE DIDN'T INVITE ME. Allow me to point out the symbolism for you here: not only am I pathetic enough to obsess over sparkling fictional things, but I'm much MORE pathetic than women who obsess and ALSO think it's fun to show up to said events in MATCHING ATTIRE. People, I was shunned. I'm NOT COOL ENOUGH for that club. THE MATCHING SHIRT AT AGE 30 CLUB. God, what has come of my life?!
3. The Hub is on a business trip of sorts, and I think Pink is suffering some sort of nervous breakdown. He paces the house, doing that warbled, LOUD cat meow thing. It might possibly be the most annoying thing IN THE WORLD. Even more annoying than when they used to eat wires. Because here, there is no hope for electrocution. There's only me hurling pillows at him from across the room. [SMILEY FACE! *TING*]
4. This Saturday, I'm having a yard sale. Who wants to come and give me money for mostly useless garbage?! Sweet. I'll email you the address.